First: outstanding outstanding prompt. It just made so much sense that I slapped my forehead and shook my head in disbelief at how great and fresh a pairing it was and how ridiculous that no one had explored this relationship before, to my knowledge. I hope someone else takes notice of this as well and does the prompt more justice. And speaking of justice, if you would like to give me some sort of handle, I do want to give you credit for the idea for when I post this on FF at some point after I let it stew in my head a bit longer.
And second: sorry again.
I tried. I really did. And it was going so well, too! It was going to be a heartwarming fic., full of hugs and cuddles and… and at some point I had a bad cookie. You know, the too-crunchy kind that kind of cuts your mouth? Yeah.
Ima is Hebrew for mother, or so Google tells me.
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ima
Shh. Don’t cry, honey. It’s okay now, mommy’s here. Come here… up we go.
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See? It’s not so bad. Right?
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That’s right. You’re such a good girl. Oh, my brave little-Jack
( ... )
But Jack is no fool. Not anymore. Everyone wants something and this asari is unlikely to be different. Jack just needs to forget out what that something is.
“I don’t need anyone to teach me anything.” Jack challenges again, enough threat in her voice to show that the offer meant little.
Samara chances another step forward while Jack awaits her answer. “When our time comes to engage the Collectors, the battle shall likely prove to be extensive. Each action we perform must count. You and I are not exempt from this. I simply desire to ensure that you are up to this task. By my estimation, you are not
( ... )
“That is enough for today.” Samara rises, movements elegant and controlled, as if she is a dancer. She does not even ask whether or not the meditation had worked: there was no need. Even as Jack pushes herself up off the floor roughly, like a boy after falling over during playtime, she still feels the effects: something familiar and forgotten, long ago. “It is a promising start. I hope you will heed my words well and meditate regularly
( ... )
Any softness remaining in Samara’s expression fades instantaneously. Again, she is fully in control of all that she is. And likewise, Jack can sense this change and feel her own walls coming back up, shielding the deepest part of her, her already bleeding heart that had been gasping for air for too long now being protected from the hurt that was to come
( ... )
AAUUGH you got me right in the feels, agh, fuck, that last line.
I'd say 'please continue!' but I really like how this capped off. I really dig the feeling that this was actually kind of an impulsive thing for Samara, grasping at something that just went missing, and a total regret for Jack, where she felt something she needed present that was just as quickly snatched away.
AGH in my fucking feels anon why you do this to me.
You should considering writing more Samara by the way. Hooo fuuuuggh i would be there with little blue bells on except not really because that would be tacky
I do it because I love you. I love you so. ACCEPT ALL OF MY LOVE ACCEPT IT
As a writer there are few things more pleasurable than when the reader fully grasps the intent of the work but also for some insane reason enjoys it. So I can only say thank you for taking the time to write out your feelings; I am very humbled that you enjoyed the fic.
Samara is one of my favorite characters and I greatly enjoy writing her. We'll see if there's any future opportunities to do so, either from my own deranged mind or from prompting from the wonder that is the kink.
Thank you again for leaving a review, I appreciate it.
Yeah this fic is basically perfect in every way and full of amazing characterization and dialogue and heartbreaking parallels and oh look my feelings have spilled onto the floor--
This is a good place to end the fic imo, with that suckerpunch of a last sentence.
Aw shuckleberries. Thanks for your flattery, I'll be working hard to keep improving my writing. And thank you so much for telling me what you liked about the fic. and for taking the time to write your thoughts out.
I am glad that your feels are all over the floor because I plan to suck it all up. With a straw. The crazy kind that's twirly and stuff.
That was so good. I love you portrayed samara and jack. I could see them doing just that. It's too bad that one of them couldn't take a step back and say they went over the line. But I can't see them doing that. Very well done a!a.
The problem with Jack and Samara is that they're headstrong (for different reasons) like you said, and so yeah. To me it just seemed like a first-time interaction with the two couldn't go completely well regardless of the type of scenario it is because they're just so... not each other. Which is why I really wanted to fill this one.
Re: ima OP here.
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August 12 2012, 23:55:23 UTC
My handle on FF.N is Larania Drake.
Honestly, this is fine! I love it! I could never see them getting along quickly or easily, but a mother/daughter relationship could happen over time. They both have a lot of ego to heal. If you want to continue this story, please do. I really enjoyed it. Again, it would take time but that's what a good story does, right? Develop characters. ^_^ Thank you for writing this!
First: outstanding outstanding prompt. It just made so much sense that I slapped my forehead and shook my head in disbelief at how great and fresh a pairing it was and how ridiculous that no one had explored this relationship before, to my knowledge. I hope someone else takes notice of this as well and does the prompt more justice. And speaking of justice, if you would like to give me some sort of handle, I do want to give you credit for the idea for when I post this on FF at some point after I let it stew in my head a bit longer.
And second: sorry again.
I tried. I really did. And it was going so well, too! It was going to be a heartwarming fic., full of hugs and cuddles and… and at some point I had a bad cookie. You know, the too-crunchy kind that kind of cuts your mouth? Yeah.
Ima is Hebrew for mother, or so Google tells me.
~
ima
Shh. Don’t cry, honey. It’s okay now, mommy’s here. Come here… up we go.
…
See? It’s not so bad. Right?
…
That’s right. You’re such a good girl. Oh, my brave little-Jack ( ... )
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“I don’t need anyone to teach me anything.” Jack challenges again, enough threat in her voice to show that the offer meant little.
Samara chances another step forward while Jack awaits her answer. “When our time comes to engage the Collectors, the battle shall likely prove to be extensive. Each action we perform must count. You and I are not exempt from this. I simply desire to ensure that you are up to this task. By my estimation, you are not ( ... )
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AAUUGH you got me right in the feels, agh, fuck, that last line.
I'd say 'please continue!' but I really like how this capped off. I really dig the feeling that this was actually kind of an impulsive thing for Samara, grasping at something that just went missing, and a total regret for Jack, where she felt something she needed present that was just as quickly snatched away.
AGH in my fucking feels anon why you do this to me.
You should considering writing more Samara by the way. Hooo fuuuuggh i would be there with little blue bells on except not really because that would be tacky
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no i'm serious though you should get on that.
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I do it because I love you. I love you so. ACCEPT ALL OF MY LOVE ACCEPT IT
As a writer there are few things more pleasurable than when the reader fully grasps the intent of the work but also for some insane reason enjoys it. So I can only say thank you for taking the time to write out your feelings; I am very humbled that you enjoyed the fic.
Samara is one of my favorite characters and I greatly enjoy writing her. We'll see if there's any future opportunities to do so, either from my own deranged mind or from prompting from the wonder that is the kink.
Thank you again for leaving a review, I appreciate it.
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Thank you for reviewing the work, I am really glad that it spoke to you in some way.
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This is a good place to end the fic imo, with that suckerpunch of a last sentence.
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Aw shuckleberries. Thanks for your flattery, I'll be working hard to keep improving my writing. And thank you so much for telling me what you liked about the fic. and for taking the time to write your thoughts out.
I am glad that your feels are all over the floor because I plan to suck it all up. With a straw. The crazy kind that's twirly and stuff.
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Much love for writing a response.
The problem with Jack and Samara is that they're headstrong (for different reasons) like you said, and so yeah. To me it just seemed like a first-time interaction with the two couldn't go completely well regardless of the type of scenario it is because they're just so... not each other. Which is why I really wanted to fill this one.
Thank you again for leaving your thoughts.
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Honestly, this is fine! I love it! I could never see them getting along quickly or easily, but a mother/daughter relationship could happen over time. They both have a lot of ego to heal. If you want to continue this story, please do. I really enjoyed it. Again, it would take time but that's what a good story does, right? Develop characters. ^_^ Thank you for writing this!
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Thank you so very much for the wonderful idea! I was really happy to fill this; the prompt had a lot of depth I thought.
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